Far Future - Comrades
A sea of cubicles, the department of sensitive intelligence was where all high level agents were stationed between missions.
Broken Pieces. Chapter Five.
Alan was even missing ralph popping into his cubicle. now it was hard to catch even these brief moments together. reese would still pay him a visit when he had certain needs taken care of. they would try and make it last as they once did.
The Keyhole (Ch. 24)
Ralph's paws clacked rhythmically as he typed away on his computer in his cubicle, catching up on filing some backlogged police reports. he stopped when he felt his phone buzzing and pulled it out.
Ren-ovations
The pair had returned to the tamer's cubicle after finishing their sandwiches. the tamer found the interest in his new partner had quietened down. he thought he might be able to get some work done, but ren had other plans.
Subjugation by Wyldsyde
Several heads poked up from their cubicles to see what happened, then ducked down just as quickly. herik stormed back over to his desk, which milaj rapidly scurried away from.
Curiosity
I even fancied i heard the whirrs and clicks of its ancient machinery; a buzzing distraction from the abstracts and articles i'd be trying to compose at my cubicle. there was no reason for it to be left on.
One-way Mirror
We can move your cubicle's stuff into her chamber and you can keep each other company. you won't be our first employee to keep an office with a favorite resource.
Meeting a Tanuki
Off on the other side, computers in little cubicles line the wall. the place is largely empty except for a couple on one of the computers. “um,” _i really should have asked mr.
Chapter XI: Human Resources, Part One
Taking a breath, he walked back into the office cubical and navigated, negotiated the path ways between the cubicles until he made it back to his own. he sat down and returned to the computer.
Of Wolves and Foxes, Chapter 5
After a moment the emergency lighting activated and faint green light colored the small cubicle. "what's going on now," scott grumbled. he tried to open the door but the controls failed to respond to his touch. he slapped the intercom.
Acceptance
A familiar face popped up over the cubicle wall, “what's new?" “are you just waiting on me to say something all day?" chris rolled his eyes, “no, it's just rare that you do and i'm nosy. so?"
Passing the Flame - a Wolfie Steel short story
There’s always one thin-furred person in an office, he thought, as he scanned the dozen or so cubicles that occupied the space. sure enough, on the other side of the room, he spied a button-down granny sweater draped across the back of an office chair.